Thy Days Are Done (Lord Byron Poem)
Thy days are done, thy fame begun; Thy country's strains record The triumphs of her chosen Son, The slaughter of ...
Thy days are done, thy fame begun; Thy country's strains record The triumphs of her chosen Son, The slaughter of ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the ...
The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves ...
Chorus.-Lassie wi'the lint-white locks, Bonie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks, Wilt thou be my Dearie, ...
'TWAS even-the dewy fields were green, On every blade the pearls hang; The zephyr wanton'd round the bean, And bore ...
BY all I lov'd, neglected and forgot, No friendly face e'er lights my squalid cot; Shunn'd, hated, wrong'd, unpitied, unredrest, ...
DEAR Myra, the captive ribband's mine, 'Twas all my faithful love could gain; And would you ask me to resign ...
O DEATH! thou tyrant fell and bloody! The meikle devil wi' a woodie Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie, ...
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the ...
In the red-roofed stucco house of my childhood, the dining room was screened off by folding doors with small glass ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
In Sussex here, by shingle and by sand, Flat fields and farmsteads in their wind-blown trees, The shallow tide-wave courses ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
WHAT thing shall be held up to woman's beauty? Where are the bounds of it? Yea, what is all The ...
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As théou, Léove, were the déep thought And ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow, to the short day and to the whitening hills, when ...
Silver will lie where she lies sun-out, whatever turning the world does, longeared in her ashen, earless, floating world: indifferent ...
So I said I am Ezra and the wind whipped my throat gaming for the sounds of my voice I ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
There will be thunder then. Remember me. Say ' She asked for storms.' The entire world will turn the colour ...
I have enough treasures from the past to last me longer than I need, or want. You know as well ...
On a little hill amid fertile fields lies a small cemetery, a Jewish cemetery behind a rusty gate, hidden by ...
The evening comes, the fields are still. The tinkle of the thirsty rill, Unheard all day, ascends again; Deserted is ...
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